Dragon’s Na (1)
“Now, look at the next page. Human sociality is ford about five years after birth. We experience and learn about making attachnts and trust-building, awareness of others, the endurance of needs, and sharing with others.”
“Of course, building an attachnt with parents cos first. The proposition that psychological relationships with caregivers have a great influence on infant personality has already been proven.”
“Only then will infants grow as they learn social skills such as the ability to think from another’s perspective and concessions. All of these are thought to be learned before the age of five…”
-Click!
I pressed the mouse button with a deep expression.
The lecture on the laptop screen paused with a click. A middle-aged female professor, standing in front of the blackboard, solidified with a still picture. What was captured was quite a humiliating and ridiculous look.
In the header of the Internet window I opened, it said:
OO Broadcasting and Communication University, Departnt of Early Childhood Education-(Major) “Infant Developnt”
Oh, I was sick and tired of it.
Parvache ca behind and looked at the screen.
It muttered, [You must be going crazy.]
I replied with a pouting mouth.
“I have to emigrate or sothing. I can’t live like this.”
What I was doing currently was due to the notice of enlistnt that was inevitable, as long as I was registered as a resident. To delay the enlistnt date, I entered Korean National Communication University that year, and the first sester was almost set to F.
Why was I suddenly taking a class that wasn’t my major that sester? Of course, I wasn’t suddenly trying to beco a kindergarten teacher. I didn’t think it was the right choice for the children and .
It was just that sothing was bothering . I was looking through the open class regardless of my major, and that class caught my eye.
So, I was taking that after I roughly sign up for the rest of the courses. However, I didn’t like the professor since she was only saying obvious things. I thought I would take a leave of absence soon.
I rolled around on the sofa and turned on the TV.
“Shall I get a reexamination after cutting a few fingers? If so, I’ll get an exemption, right? I then drink a bottle of advanced elixir and regenerate it. Am I genius?” I said after fiddling with the remote control.
Parvache’s answer was negative.
[I hope you don’t do anything that could damage your mind or body. Elixir is nothing but a catalyst for regeneration, but it’s basically using your body’s energy. You’re already in a condition where…]
I scratched my head.
“No. Maybe this way is better. I have to beat the Korea Telecom.”
[Hmm.]
Parvache’s discomfort was conveyed through its will. I listened to the sound of the TV and started surfing the Internet with my cellphone. In the search bar, I searched for the keyword ‘exemption finger’. How many should I cut? Could I cut 2-3 pieces?
[By the way, Min-joon.]
“What?”
[It seems like most of your age in this country are going to college?]
What was that all of a sudden?
“Most of them also go for the army. But I can’t just throw everything away and run to fulfill my defense duties, right?”
[That’s not what I ant. I am talking after all this has been resolved.]
“Hmm?”
Parvache brought out that topic after a long ti and talked about when I was stuck in the defensive barrier and only played and ate all day, after hearing the Dragon’s death from Silver Forest’s Truth-Seeker.
[After stopping the resurrection of the Dragon? Have you ever thought about what to do next? What kind of life will you live?]
That was all nonsense.
“Don’t even say useless things. It’s enough to think about it after I’ve beaten all the ascetic guys so that they don’t even try to resurrect the Dragon again.”
I stood up. I tried to take a break until that day, but I couldn’t do it since it reminded of my situation.
I transford my body while making a throbbing sound, then I said bluntly.
“And, do you need to think deeply? There are a few Channels open now. I should practice my magic hard, monitor the barriers in my house, and live while guarding the outside world every day. Who knows when an alien race will co in? What if another Fake God appears again? Then, if the Earth seems to be ruined, it should bounce to another dinsion.”
Parvache did not answer. I headed to the basent, and I heard the footsteps of a robot following from behind.
***
-Flussssh
A shape erged from a tank full of green liquid.
“Cough… Cough!”
The restraints tied to the hands and feet moved and appeared on the water. The alien race was choked and spat liquid out of his mouth.
Slowly, he flinched to see if his consciousness ca back. Eyes sewn with magic tal wires only move finely, while the pupils weren’t exposed outside.
Weak thoughts leaked out as if to indicate a confined ntal state.
=Cough! I am alive. Ah… I’m still alive. =
The Fake God, still suffering from fear, trembled all over. Why did he sign a contract with the Demon if he would be like that to begin with? Well, I didn’t need to know why.
=Save … please don’t kill . =
I replied bluntly, “Even now, I still keep you alive. Who’s going to kill you?”
=Ah… please send back to my original world…=
Due to the long-lasting encounter with fear, his mind was extrely weak. Perhaps that ti, even if there was no suggestion deep inside his mind, his will only answered the truth.
I wished that horror had spread to his roommates as well. There was no condition, so I couldn’t even plant the suggestion on them. It was really troubleso.
=Please, send a bag! =
His original self begged through telepathy, but other mories mixed in were also affecting his mind.
“Please kill ! Kill !”
The Fake God cried out the words opposite to his will. That was what the mory of human apprentices implanted in him said, and…
“Huh… huaaaaaa! Huaaaaaaa!”
There was also a strange sound that seed intermittently scratching his vocal cords. The mory of the Ashpim Giants caused that phenonon. Even though the vocal organs were different and couldn’t be pronounced as it was, they tried to make the sound according to the habit of life.
In the case of the Ashpim Giants, only part of the mory was cut and planted. Still, the large capacity seed to have a significant impact. Co to think of it, how many years’ worth of mories were stored in that mind?
“From now on, I’ll open only one of your eyes. Don’t think about making a fool of yourself. Just do what you’re told.”
He responded simultaneously through mind and voice.
=Yes… okay… please don’t kill …=
“Kill ! Kill … Ahhhhhh! Ugh!”
He asked to save him and then to kill him. He really went crazy.
Still, among the mixed mories, the Fake God’s original mory took the initiative so he couldn’t commit suicide. The words of the soul recovered by the Demon were obvious.
I flicked my fingers and shot Mana. One of the wires stitched through his twenty-three eyes broke. Since there was a high possibility that he had already lost his sight, I applied recovery magic to his open eyes. The alien race wept and blinked his eye.
“Look at the tank over there.”
I pointed in one direction.
The Fake God’s eyes shook for a mont when he saw looking like him but soon moved his gaze along my finger without asking anything.
He judged that it was more important to do what I asked than to ask questions. Yes, very good.
The Fake God trembled at the two tanks placed in the corner of the room.
=Ahhh, this again! =
“Okay. You seem to see them well, so I’ll ask.”
I moved my finger.
“That ugly man.”
I pointed my finger to the other side.
“And that girl the size of fingernails. Look carefully.”
I then lowered my hand and looked at the Fake God.
“Those two, can you manipulate their mind?”
He found an answer in his mixed mories.
=Ah, that man is in human mory! =
“It’s an executive! Mr. Hessler! Who is the woman?”
I shrugged.
“It seems like it remains in the mories of the apprentices, huh? That man is Hessler, and the woman is Alice. So? Can you brainwash them?”
The best thing to do to get information was to brainwash them. I didn’t know if they had the seeds of domination, but I thought it would be good to check.
The Fake God responded telepathically. It seed that it was possible to visualize the other person’s ntal world and judge how high it was.
=Impossible, impossible! Sorry… don’t kill ! The man has seeds, but it is impossible for because of the size of the ntal world! Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!=
Hmm, I scratched my chin. I thought there would be a high possibility of that. It said that Fake God was about a thousand years old.
=In terms of his mind’s size, the ti he has lived is similar to or more than mine. However, it isn’t normal… there are many holes in the ego, abnormal impulses, and sexual desires, desire for destruction, perversion… ah. I can’t see the surface psychology, but just looking at the revealed color is not sane!=
I said, cutting off his will.
“If there are a lot of holes, can’t you try brainwashing him?”
The Fake God shook his head hastily.
=Impossible! Even if it is destroyed and crumbled, its size is absolutely…=
In any case, that ant no.
“How about the woman?”
The Fake God turned his eye.
=That woman…=
He hesitated, and the will continued.
=That woman has no seeds of domination. What’s more, an existence that has lived at least two or three tis longer than … how do you kidnap such a long-living species? You’re scary. Are you… are you human? Or are you a demon, too…? Or sothing uglier?=
“Noisy. Are you saying that that woman doesn’t have the seeds and is even older?”
=T-That’s right.=
I nodded and muttered.
“It would be impossible to transplant the mory of such an existence to the Fake God. No matter how much I cut off a part of the mory…”
The Fake God who guessed my thoughts poured out the original horror idea that wasn’t verbalized: emotions reflected from one’s painful experiences.
Currently, that external hard drive had an overload capacity and couldn’t be used anymore. The basic capacity was small in the first place. The body of Fake God floating in the air fell back into the tank through my gestures.
=…Please!=
With a brief will, he lost his consciousness. I put concealnt magic on the Fake God’s tank.
I confird that the brainwashing wasn’t possible with Eraser’s ability. Parvache’s suggestion was also not possible since it wasn’t conditional. The only remaining ans were the most traditional thods.
Parvache told from behind.
[I don’t know if they are going to confess.]
I answered by following the mories at Hun-neung.
“Fortunately, they both seed to have a common sense of pain.”
[Which one first?]
I answered back, “Starting with the one whose mind goes back and forth.”
Hessler’s body floated in the tank with my gestures.
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